Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
DNA,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.